Connecticut western news., 1887-03-02

bluc-and-gold decorations becoming to her; anl if But who is to trace the devious current of pretty girls medita- tions, when once they wander into the regions of its and ands2
 Anything but fashionable woman r Alured Creswick's heart echoed Zaidee Gray's passionate words-"anythiny but fashionable womans"
 The little discussion had an auditor that they rocked not of. Was it strange that MT. Creswick opened the latch of the lower garden gate, and came to try and comfort poor little Fay in her tribulationa
 s'I have heard it all, Zaidee," said he. ''Do not fret, poor little lassie-it can't be helped. But after this shall never want to see the furnished breasts and glittering wings of heavens poor little songste1s on woman's head gear. It is too much like a sacrifice. It makes one think of the slaughter of the innocents."
 Zaidee lifted those velvet-hazel eyes of hers to his face, full of inexplicable pleadings.
 I-Iknow it's dreadfully silly of me" she faltered; "but if could only have put my little pets under the green grass"
 "You shalll' said Mir. Creswick. "But-"
 ''Don't look so troubled, Zaidee- don't Isay that you shaU2" reiterated Creswick.
 "Oh," cried Zaidee, 'tyou are so good l No one has comforted me as you have. Every one seemed to think it was so silly of me to care for birds. But they were sueh beautiful, innocent little crea- lures, and they had been my pets."
 In the carmine glow of the sunset that evening, MT. Creswick brought Zaidee a little paper box. .e
 "Here are your darliugs," he said. ''1 bribed Beers, the 'taxerdermist, to let me have them. Hs will substitute others in their places--unfortunately there are plenty of poor little sacrifices to the idle l folly of fashion's barbarous whim piled up there on his counter-zand Miss Gray" Che did not say Louise, Eaidee vaguely noticed) twill be none the wiser"
 toh, it is too good of you--so good of you!n repeated Z,idee. 'But how Louisescan wear those things on her hat 1 Why, I would as soon go around like the eannibals that we read of, with strings of human teeth around my neck, and zscalps hung at my belt. Should yaA..taink me very childish and silly, l Mr. Creswick," she added, with soft lfeyes lifted imploringly to his face, eff bury these poor little winged creatures, whose bright life is over now, in the corner of my fower-gardcn9'
 Dear little Zaidee," he said, kindly, ''in my eyes everything that you do is right"
 And so, together, they buried the two bluc-birds and the tiny, gold-strcaked humming- bird. While at Mrs. May dew's ''musical tea'' every one was wen- dering where MT. Creswick was-and Miss Louise Gray, most of all.
 "Zadee," said Alured, as he sat on the crooked trunk of a tree, when the miniature obsequics were over, twill you answer mo one question2'
 "As many as you please, MT. Cres' wick" said the girl, who was slowly sprinkiing clover leaves on the tiny mound, with her chin resting in hel hand.
 "What did you mean, just now, wher you asked me if I should think yo, childish in following the dictates O. your heart2"
 .'What do Imean2' she repeated.
 "Yes. "Do seem so very old t you2"
 "You, MT. Creswick7' Zaidee's colo wounted like pink waves to the roots O her hair. "Oh, no, now
 T am eight and twenty" said he 'And if the girl whom l love conside CT that too old, I am lost, indeed" "Do you mean-Louise2" she faltered
 'I mean-Zaidee, he replied.
 In an instant he had folded her to hi l heart.
 ''My little one, my pretty one, m hearts queen." he whispered passionate ly.
 ..N,, D ,r;ol 0,;1o, CT ,ovor oo,,l have believed this. Ihave thought of ii but-but what have l done to deserv this2'
 And then Alured Creswicl< knew ho' we'll she loved him, this shy, soft eyed impetuous young thing, Louise Gray's new bonnet was e1
 ceedingly elegant and stylish, "a pe feet love of thing" as all her youn lady friends said. But it had cost h, dear. It had cost her lover. And ht loss had been bright eyed z .idee's gail 'For think after this," said M 7 Creswick, 'T never can see a bird bright wing or pretty dropping head o , girls bonnet without a thrill of dis - taste, of aversion, almost. Barbarism barbarism, whether fashion santions or not. D. Saturday Night. t A Scheme to Buy Louisiana. r Some one once asked John Jacob AS
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